fivesos one shots

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I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG IT'S SUCH A BOP I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEW ALBUM UGHH AND WANT YOU BACK HAS BEEN ON THE RADIO A FEW TIMES NOW AND THEIR OTHER SONGS LIKE VALENTINE, MOVING ALONG, YOUNG BLOOD, AND LIE TO ME ARE ALSO BOPS I LOVE MY BOYS SO MUCH

warning: this chapter is a disappointment and unedited. do not read.

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"Have you heard?"

"Heard what?" I mumble while highlighting my last set of notes.

"The 5sos boys have stopped in town here. I heard their bus broke down or something, they're probably staying in that hotel right outside of town." Adam shrugs while popping a grape into his mouth. My highlighter falls to the ground as I spring up.

"YOU'RE JOKING."

"You didn't know?"

"Mom took away my phone remember?!"

"Oh yeah," Adam chuckled while leaning in his seat and throwing another grape into the air. He leaned back with ease and caught it with his eyes closed. Showoff. "Didn't you like piss her off for the hundredth time?"

"I just stayed at my friend's house longer than usual and she made a big deal."

"And then you talked back."

"Isn't that how communication works?" I snapped as he held up his hands in surrender.

"Simmer down angry puppy, I was stating facts."

Adam always called me an angry puppy for my small height and short temper. It was clearly obvious that I had received my short temper from my beloved mother. She always found ways to yell at me for the smallest mistakes or my smallest flaws. Was it my fault that I was born with the genetics of high acne?

"I wanna meet them."

"Meet who?" Adam lifted up another grape but I angrily slapped it out of his hand.

"The fucking Congress of the United States of fucking America who do you think?!" I groan. Adam stared at the lonely grape that had fallen on the floor. Then he reached down, blew a little, then popped it in his mouth with a sneaky grin.

"You know maybe I should put you in anger management."

"Stop changing the topic!" I grumble and grab the container of grapes from him.

"Hey! My grapes! Give it back angry puppy." He reached for the container but I held it above my head which I didn't realize until seconds later that it was much to my disadvantage. He ended up grabbing it easily and walking away. "Good luck finding them."

"I don't need any luck."

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"I need luck." I tell Ruby as we search account after account on social media wondering where could they be. We were being hardcore stalkers but nothing was stopping us from not stalking them on this cloudy day.

"Relax, Remy. This is a small town and maybe we can start with the hotels."

"What? Go up to the receptionists and be like 'hey yeah, is 5sos here?' And expect them have the boys give us a grand entrance?"

"You said it not me."

"You know what? Maybe my brother was wrong. What if he was just messing with me?"

"Shutup Remy, look at this." Ruby shoved her phone in my hand. I squinted at a very blurry image of Michael Clifford out and about in a cute black beanie with a steamy cup of coffee in hand. I read the caption but it's of no help.